gerlinde fleischer will never let go of nico (bendtomywill) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-03-31 01:41:00 |
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When Gerlinde woke up, she could still see small traces of light shining against the curtains that blocked the sun from her windows. It wasn’t often that she did so, but she was capable of waking before nightfall fully set in. The reason simply had to be worth the effort that it took to prepare her body to wake up early and rouse herself from bed. There weren’t many things good enough, but she had found that she was willing to do much when it came to Nico. Usually, the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was call out to her were. She would search his mind, nudge him until he woke and came to find her. Today was different. When her eyes popped open, Gerlinde kept her mind still, careful to resist the urge to connect with Nico’s.
It wasn’t a long journey to the room set aside for her were. He was never far from her, in most regards. She was careful as she left her bed, even though she was alone in the room, making sure that her footfalls were completely silent. Her senses were keen, but they had practically become second nature to her now. When she wasn’t careful, it was easy for her to forget that those of a were could be equally as sharp, if not more so. She had witnessed Nico’s ability to hear from a distance that she would have otherwise thought improbable, but, then again, he had always been full of surprises.
With the bulk of her nightgown balled up in her fist, Gerlinde approached Nico’s door and opened it with bated breath. A part of her feared that when she pushed through the entrance that she might not find her Bound sleeping on the other side. She wasn’t much for worldly happenings. Even while she was human, Gerlinde never cared about what was happening with to people, so long as it didn’t affect her directly. Perhaps that was self-centered, but she saw no point in filling her mind with worry over something that could easily never be an issue in her life. She read the paper, yes, but that was because it was a point of pride that she could. The Fae and their antics in Scarlet Oak had not escaped her attention; however, since she was neither a high school student, nor did she have a child attending the school, she couldn’t have cared less about those teenagers. But then those winged vermin started messing with her mind. More importantly, Nico’s mind. Gerlinde despised anything and everyone who got between her and her were, and it was not a stretch to say that she loathed the Fae.
Though she wasn’t really holding any air in her lungs, a sigh of relief escaped her when she saw the lump in the sheets that she knew to be Nico. Gerlinde was careful not to shut the door behind her as she took several careful steps inside the room. Her back pressed against the wardrobe as she found the best vantage point to watch him from. Her chest began to mimic the rise and fall of his as he took long, deep breaths in his sleep. She felt at peace, watching him, so long as she ignored the pain that shot through her heart. Gerlinde ached to cross the room, to crawl into the bed and curl up next to him, feigning sleep until he woke up naturally. She could have easily done those things, but the second she got within scenting distance, Nico would stir. As it stood, she was certain he would be able to smell her had he been awake, but the sense was not strong enough to pull him to consciousness. Gerlinde liked watching him like this. He was so pure, and she could always pretend that when he opened his eyes, he would look at her with the fiery love that she craved. One day it would happen, she was sure of it. And she hoped it would be soon.
Gerlinde was meticulous when it came to Nico’s blood rite schedule. She had to be. Even when she willfully let Nico off his leash, she made sure to track the days when he would need the blood next. Plans had been put into place and she had made the conscious decision almost two weeks ago to forgo the blood rite. Things had changed between them, she was certain of it, but still, Gerlinde had to be sure. She had been terrified that the spell, or whatever it had been, had tampered with her plans, but Nico seemed to be on track. Nothing could go wrong this time, nothing. Gerlinde would do everything in her power to make sure that things were different, even if that meant doing nothing more than wishing for it with every fiber of her being.
Nico’s breathing started to change and she knew that he was drifting out from his slumber. She decided to leave him, but not before gliding over to his bedside. Though she moved quickly, so fast that anyone watching would have had a hard time keeping up, Gerlinde memorized the sensation of running her hand through the hair that hung around his face. He was perfect, and he was going to be hers.